When I was younger I use to get picked up to go to school the bus ride was fun but long there were kids that were bully's they would take stuff from me I lost 2 Game-boy's due to bullying and Pokemon cards. There was one day when the bus has to call 911 cause I was beat so bad and bleeding from my head that day was just as bad as the ones to come, the bullying only stopped when I got out 8th grade. Going into high school I thought I would find myself and at that time I did but I wasn't like that other kid's in highs I was small short and talked funny so I was picked on for that and from there I tried to stand up for myself and got beat no one ever showed me how to fight this when just 9th grade and even after getting out of the 8th grade I thought it would be different but it was the same thing over and over and over it got to bad that I didn't want to go to school at all but I went. 10th grade wow what a year I learned how to fight but even then being so different from the other teens in high school the fact that I had Dyslexia made it hard for me to learn and stressed me and when bully's picked on me i tried fighting back but the came in number's 2 on 1 or 4 on 1, and it became to much a learning disability and being picked on I thought of killing myself but the friend's that i had made stopped me and helped me out a bit but the bullying didn't end even with the help. 11th grade, I snapped after being beat up by two "hood girls" I would skip school and fight my bully's back with biting kicking and I even picked one up and threw him I had turned in a demon, a monster, I let the darkness within me take over and I lashed out at anyone that I seen or thought was trying to harm me I even turned on my friends my Army JROTC teacher got a hold of me and put me back in my place. 12th grade, the last year I took a stand I found out that I could read people and tell them how they were as a person, I found it to be useful cause the bully's I did have listen and talked shit more then try to beat me up and I was their size so they didn't pick with someone that could kick and punch back 10 time harder on top of all that I found I could hit harder by just using words. I didn't use any of the stuff I learned to bully other like MMA, boxing and more I used it to help others getting out of high school and going through what I went through gave me a understanding for the bully and gave me tools to deal with life, love and more. There are other places i have been bullied like online in Tinychat but I learn from it and just move on and get a better understanding for that people that did bully me and other, but the real friends i made from online or school or just in life will stay true no matter what. Never get so low that you think you can't live in this world anymore, cause you have a big part to play in this little play we call life. We are all welcome here, in this world.
My name is Michael, and this is my story of how I met Nigia (Emily's mother), how the abduction occurred, and my efforts to get Emily back. Nigia and I met in English class in high school in 2002, in Berwyn, IL. Although we didn't speak much to each other when I first met her, I saw something special in her. I didn't know what it was at first, but as the weeks went on, we started talking more and finally exchanged phone numbers.
By then, my father had already abandoned me. At or around the age of 16, my mother (the only thing left in my life) died suddenly right in front of me from a heart attack. As I grew up, I had a tough life, not understanding much and not knowing much for that reason. I was born with something called "intellectual deficient range", so I struggle with daily limitations and at times, frequently taken advantage of.
The months went on and we started dating throughout high school until we graduated in 2004. While in high school, I always felt the desire to do special things for Nigia - especially for her birthday and Valentine's Day. My favorite gifts to her were a dozen red roses, a teddy bear and chocolate with a note saying, "I love you."
In our senior year, I moved in with Nigia and her family. Things were going great. We always got along and loved being together no matter what time it was. A few months later, Nigia became pregnant. Her parents were extremely upset about the pregnancy and things started to go downhill. About a month before Emily was born, I moved out of Nigia's home, and moved in with my cousin.
When Emily was born, I was unaware of the special moment taking place. Nigia only called me an hour after she already had our daughter. I immediately went to the hospital with my two sisters. When I arrived at the hospital in Berwyn, I had mixed emotions. At the same time that I was heartbroken that Nigia hadn't called me to see Emily come into the world, I was overjoyed to hold Emily and know she was now a part of my life. I was especially happy when I found out that it was a girl. I have always wanted a daughter and felt like Nigia had given me the greatest gift of all. After holding Emily for about 30 minutes with her hands wrapped about my finger, I left the hospital.
The next day, Emily and Nigia went home. When I went to see Emily, I was a little uncomfortable and still upset about what Nigia did (something I will never forget.) When I went there, Emily was sleeping. I picked her up and just held her until she woke up. When Emily woke up, she blinked, yawned and smiled at me, then went back to sleep. I wanted to see Emily every day and be an active father, but Nigia and her parents refused to let me see her as much as I wanted to.
A few months passed and I decided that I needed to hire a lawyer to assure my rights as a father. In December, 2005, I hired a lawyer. Not only had Nigia not listed me as Emily's father on her birth certificate, but she refused to allow Emily to participate in a paternity test. In court, the judge ordered a DNA paternity test. Based on the results of the DNA test, the judge ordered her to put my name on Emily's birth certificate. On January 4, 2007, after nearly 2 frustrating years of negotiations, we were finally able to agree on terms for a parenting agreement.
One year after the parenting agreement, everything seemed to be going well. But On March 27, 2008, however, Nigia wrote a letter to me explaining her frustration with the courts and decided to leave, apparently never to come back. The letter explained how she felt threatened by the courts, and that she was afraid she was going to lose custody of Emily sooner rather than later. She was also angry that I knew she was not a legal U.S. citizen and scared that she was going to be deported.
As soon as I finished reading the letter, I went to the Berwyn Police Department to explain what had just possibly happened and asked to file a missing person report. For the next six months, I hit nothing but bumps, calling everyone from the Illinois State Police to congress, Senators and Lawyers. On September 25th, 2008, Emily was listed with NCMEC and other missing children's organizations.
On March 20, 2009 I submitted my petition for my daughter's return under The Hague Convention on the civil aspects of International Child Abduction. Despite all of the difficulties that I may still face, I will continue to fight for my daughter's return home/access from Brazil. On September 2, 2010 INTERPOL (Brazil) located the whereabouts of Emily and Nigia. On October 10, 2010 I flew more than 5,000 miles to Sao Paulo, Brazil in an attempt to reunite with my daughter who I have not seen in over 3 years, but all the long nights waiting in a hotel room, all the long sleepless nights and painful memories; On October 20, 2010 I flew back to the United States and was unsuccessful in reuniting with my daughter. I know that I will never stop looking for my daughter, but I cannot do this on my own. I need help.
This is a blog about bullying, being bullied, life and more and ways to stop bullying and to get more people to see what its doing to the youth and others.